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The real hip hop is ova (Here!!!!) |
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The real hip hop is ova (Here!!!!) |
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The real hip hop is ova (Here!!!!) |
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The real hip hop is ova (Here!!!!) |
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[Interlude] |
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Blaow Blaow!!! Blaow Blaow!!! Clear em out clear 'em out!!! Word! |
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[Verse 1] |
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Yo Nelly! You ain't Fo'Reel and you ain't Universal |
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Your whole style sounds like a N'Sync commercial |
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Ignoramus, I'm the baddest with the mic apparatus |
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Challengin the God of rap is madness, I'll snatch your status |
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With this ugly lookin billboard you could stop them |
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But I got enough albums to make my own top ten |
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You limited, like the spread of traffic |
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You bite my style off the radio so when you speak you bet I hear the static |
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You better Chillout like Chuck, I kick like three Norrises |
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One of my sixteen bar rhymes is eight of your choruses |
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Of course it is ridiculous |
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Watch out, I begin to curve indispicuous |
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Gotcha! On your, hands and knees |
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Ain't it about time for some real emcees? |
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[Chorus] |
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The real hip hop is ova (Here!!!!) |
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The real hip hop is ova (Here!!!!) |
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The real hip hop is ova (Here!!!!) |
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The real hip hop is ova (Here!!!!) |
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[Verse 2] |
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(Uh!) Uh! We on the hunt tonight |
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When you see me comin, I don't front I fight |
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People say I'm contradictin, cause I'm all about peace |
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To say the least with a violent history |
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It ain't no mystery these rappers wanna get with me |
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My people don't see that all they hear is stop hittin me, huh |
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Stop beatin me Chris, you want to help my career Nelly? |
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Well you can help if you don't exist, huh |
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I think it's 'bout time we stop these pop rappers |
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Fuck these pop rappers, hip hop does matter to me |
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Does it matter to you? My crew |
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If it does, you know what the hell to do |
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Throw your guns in the air, pump it like yeah |
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Let these bitch ass rappers know we in here |
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Go to the shows huh, boo 'em off stage |
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Tell 'em KRS told you they at the end of they days |
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Let me tell you let's give hip hop a lift |
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And don't buy Nelly's album on June twenty fifth |
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That'll send a message to all them sellouts |
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House nigga rapper, your bottom done fell out |
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You don't even know how |
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I told you I wasn't talkin about you then, but I'm talkin about you now! |
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Blaow! one to the kness, blaow one goes right through |
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Even St. Louis don't like you!!!! |
